Pat said we wouldn't understand the discipline and commitment it would take to complete the race. I woke up at 5am, head hurting, with lungs full of tar. No breakfast but a banana. I felt like dying afterwards but I just drank water and smoked weed. Took almost no preparation, except running a few 10ks the week prior. I say this not to brag but to point out that it's not a big accomplishment and is really fucking gay. I'll never do it again. It's for faggots who never won a medal as a kid and want one in exchange for the entry fee. I also beat Patrick's time... under 2:30. It's really easy. He's fat and not an athletic person.